At a dinner I was at a couple of nights ago a discussion among 5 of us was on skydiving. 3 of us had already done it and there was some interest in doing it as a group. I did it twice with a static line - the chute is automatically pulled out as you exit the plane from 2800 feet. I didn't do any more because after 2 times you were expected to pack your own chute and I wasn't going to trust my own packing.
The training consisted of jumping off a picnic table to mimic the force of the landing. I did it when I was 21 and my steeplejack co-worker goaded me into doing it. Now there it no way I could manage to jump off of anything. Leaving the plane consisted of putting your left foot on a little step on the outside of the plane door grabbing the strut with your left hand and then your right hand and dangling your right leg in space in the wind. Your instructor would count to three and slap you on the butt to signal you to let go of your hands.
You would somewhat control your direction by pulling on cords at about head height to close vents in the round chute. That would be impossible for my left arm/hand right now. Floating down was so peaceful. I'm sure I could do the tandem jump with an instructor now. Ask your therapist for the nearest skydiving school and tell her/him it's needed for sensation therapy. Extra blood flow by increasing your blood pressure.
That sounds like my worst nightmare right now, I would blow chunks at 300 feet.
ReplyDeleteAs an adolescent, I was sure I would skydive someday. As an adult, though, I developed a fear of heights and, pre-stroke, was repelled by the idea. Now I wouldn't even consider it.
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